Classic Poem

Gold Crowns are Coyn'd by steel, and stamp'd by might,
Thus th' Saxons, Danish, Normans, Tudors right.
The Roman Eagles ceased on their prey;
Their talons swords were carv'd the Empires way.
'Twas steel that gave the Spaniard all his gold:
By's Bilbo blades he doth his Indies hold.
To edge blunt tools the Priest talks of the word.
'Tis steel that conquers, not the two-edg'd sword.
The Ottoman Moon had else bin in the wane;
Refulgent steel doth it new lustre gain.
The greatest injury is the greatest right:
Yet out of darknesse God creates a light,
While Greece did make a Conquest of the world,
She with her arms her arts about it hurl'd.
Civility did with Roman Eagles fly;
To Tame's a way to learn civility.
Who Conquers bodies, may he Conquer Minds;
And leave us men whom he like wild beasts finds.
Though he a Kingdom gains, we shall lose none;
When every man doth in himself gain one,
Who is no prop to a declining throne,
Sins 'gainst his Kings in Earth, in Heav'n his own,
He's traitor helps a traitor to a Throne,
Yet who resists him on it may be one;
Martlets and Capets treasons thrones acquir'd;
Yet both so well rul'd, France thought both inspir'd.
A petty notary rul'd so well in Rome
The time of th' golden Age, did th' name assume.
Otho may sacrifice't all for publick good;
Good with ten thousands losse's no right of blood.